NOISE//CRUSH

Wreck-Gar blinked down at him in slight confusion before giving a small shrug, tossing the party favors back behind him (some made it back into his garbage pack, some missed).

As he was freed from the rumble, the large robot lifted a stabilizer, a pleased smile forming on his faceplates as he hopped from boot to boot. “This is much better, thank you! Oh, did you happen to see an accordion down there at all? I seemed to have dropped mine!”

“You’re rather welcome.”

A brow crooked. He bent at his waist, then, knelt to better look.

“No--Yes. I do. Blast this heap.” Shademan grumbled. The oversized, clawed hands rematerialized at both sides of him. As he looked into the debris, the hands grabbed up rock, shoveling it away behind him.

“Ahah.”

One of the claws plucked up the slinky body of the accordion from its excavation. Shademan held out a hand, and the spectral one looming above extended it to Wreck-Gar. The instrument made a pathetic wheeze of noise as it dangled.

Cut sighs and thinks for a moment, the points were fair but…maybe it was just him, just, something didn’t feel right about this argument. Maybe that was due to knowing others with the same mentality and things not ending well.

“Well, I think it should trouble them. I mean, they should at least think about it. It’s useful when getting prospective on things, at least, it is to me.”

Even if the orange bot didn’t fully understand Shade or his intentions, he at least wanted to hear him out. After all, if this Navi was anything like the Stardroids or King, might as well try and see if he could prevent an incident like they caused. 

“I think about that, yes. There are many differences between you robots crafted by humans and beings like me who were not. Perhaps you were always intended to be more kind and friendly. I have noticed that despite there being millions of humans crawling on this planet...they always seem to be lonely. Navis, robots, you do jobs for humans, but they also see you as companions. Whether it’s said or not, that is an implicit part of your purpose.”

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“Well, ah, y’knooow!”

For being sorry he certainly didn’t look very sorry. Playing things up was his specialty, after all.

“It’s nothing serious, this time, big man, trust me. You remember that whole party thing, yeah yeah? Well. I miiiight have blown out some of the lights while I was ‘testing’ ‘em. And maybe also a fog machine. How was I supposed to know that Real World decor couldn’t handle me?” He snickered. “With your reaction you’re making it sound like I got arrested or something.”

Shademan heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes--he had to look away to gather himself. 

“You had me worried, BrightMan. Ease up next time that you decide to do your testing. My resources aren’t totally endless.”

"I have my own priorities. I do care. I care about others because it is my duty. Nobody wants what I do, as badly as I do--for the Darkloids to become something greater than their lot in life. Most of them remain but low-lives taken to petty net crime. They have the potential to be more than that. I needn't be soft-hearted to know that.”

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“You better start listing them,” his brow furrowed.

“--Unless you forget that you will no longer enjoy the privilege of rewards or even servitude if you continue to fail. I cannot afford to be jeopardized by fumbling.” Nor could he afford to do every mission on his own when he could distribute work to those who volunteered to help him. He rumbled.